slick

Sugar

I was crazy to think crazy to chase
Chasing this automobile
I tend to think were you ready to race
Racing this automobile
Itââ?¬â?¢s a machine itââ?¬â?¢s the one in my dreams
Itââ?¬â?¢s taking me out of control it slips
Through my hands on the wheel
Donââ?¬â?¢t you know how it feels
When youââ?¬â?¢re driving your dreams
Through a pole

I hate your face I hate the wall
Iââ?¬â?¢m sick of staring at the wall
I hate the mirror with alcohol
There is no wall

All I remember is the sound
Of squealing tires
The road disappeared only to be
Replaced by the sound of twisted steel
The collision was swift
And the next thing I knew
Was that I might be dead
All my life passed before my eyes
When I opened my eyes
I was looking at you

They sent you here to take care of me
I donââ?¬â?¢t know your name
I canââ?¬â?¢t hear your voice
I canââ?¬â?¢t speak
And all I do is wait for you to feed me

They said the road was slick
I said Iââ?¬â?¢ve been feeling sick
My head went through the mirror
Why did they send you here

I want to get up and shake you loose
I want to be free of these machines

I want to be released from this dream
I want to be another machine